Month: July 2013

Writing the book was an amazing journey across the valleys and mountains of life. history, art and spirituality.

I never knew where the story was leading me, but every day I trusted that Spirit would show me the way and it did!

At the moment I am writing the Italian version of it, soon to be followed by more languages.

I want to thank again all the teachers and masters who showed me the way, my students who keep me on it and teach me daily, the ancestors and the future generations, knowing that they both exist has given me a place in the great genealogical tree of humankind.

Last and certainly not least, I want to thank Hagal and Isabel of Edizioni Terra del Sacro Bosco for their faith in my work, may this book bring joy to many.

The ancient stones echo my steps, quietly I try not to make any noise, to cancel out all noises from outside, except the soft moving song of the leaves in the breeze, the tender tweets of new-born birds, the purring of a stray cat, the rhythm of my breath.

Silence is so rare, when it happens it is mainly realized through its shattering via a sudden noise, when it is constant and habitual it soothes the ears and the soul.

In the deep silence of contemplation lies the joy of gratitude for life, of wonder for the beauty of creation, of simple yet so real happiness.

Perhaps this is what a hermit saint and mystic referred to in his poem:

Summer vacation is the perfect time for the noble art of Otia = time that is free of daily engagements, therefore empty time to be filled with artistic endevors of any kind.

Whether you are a reader or writer, artist or admirer of art, musician or player, this is a good time to fill your eyes with beauty, your ears with harmony, your nose with pleasant smells, your hands with delightful contacts.

When time is ours, when we have leisure on our schedule, this is a good moment to live our life like a work of art.

Many years ago I accompanied a friend of mine across Italy with a series of his worskhops called Life as Art, those lectures changed my perception of all artistic forms, making me part of the artwork and not separate from it.

Fredric Lehrman is still a wonderful mentor and workshop leader, as well as many more things, as you can discover at http://www.nomaduniversity.com/ , I am forever grateful to him for this new perception of life.

One day, without realizing it, she was inside the picture. No more descriptions or involved interpretations, now she was part of it, now it was part of her.

Sitting on the bench she had looked at for so long, she realized how her perspective had changed. Looking out at the sea, she could discern the many animals inhabiting it, the different people working and living by the shores, the smells and sounds of marine life.

Forgetting her concerns, fogetting her previous life, she walked closer to the edge and kept looking: it was just amazing, the colors were intense in the different light, everything seemed to shine with its own light.

Even the simplest task were laden with magic in this new environment, the whole place looked enchanted to her novice eyes.

Tentatively she took a step into the alluring liquid element, it felt cool and fresh, attractive and safe, so she stepped in.

Mindful of the ancient ones, she allowed herself to float on the pink waters, it was perfect!

Travelling sometimes can only happen with our imagination, whatever the reason the results can be just as amazing as real travel.

Some of the greatest stories of adventures were written by people who had never moved from home, they launched their minds (I believe their spirit) into space and came back with tales of amazing discoveries, of pirates and treasures, of explorations on far away planets…..

Sometimes travelling goes back in time to the origin of our human race and what was before, the mind is lost in front of the immensity of time and space, but this is the perfect place for spirit to launch its voyage, spread the wings and face the unknown.

The carrier will be a very thin and transparent spaceship, our soul.

Spirit will guide us deep into the past or the future, or any direction we want to go, since time doesn’t exist, as my dear teacher Joseph always says.

If you want to know more about his vision, here is a link to his website, where you can find some of his videos, his books and art work, have a great journey!

They had been walking for so long that they had forgotten when the big migration had started, none of the elders remembered what they were doing before the walk, nor did their fathers and grandfathers.

But they kept walking, in spite of the heat, the different places, the products and the huge animals they encountered on the way.

One day they saw a shining in the distance, something different, they were happy for the river they were going to find, a place for rest and fun, there they could wash and drink.

After a few weeks they arrived closer to the shining, but they were surprised since it was much bigger than a river, they had seen a lake, so they imagined themselves splashing in water, drinking the cool waters.

One day they reached the top of a hill and looked down: the shining water was immense, it seemed to go on and on forever, it was almost sunset time, they prepared for the night. Just before going to sleep they saw the water and the sky lit up by intense colors that quickly disappeared, substituted by a soft dark night.

They were puzzled and curious, some were a little afraid, but there were many of them, so they felt safe, after the dangers of the land, they knew they could face all that water.

The following morning the youngest ones rushed to the water, they didn’t wait, they were overexcited about their discoveries, When they returned they told amazing stories of salted water, of floating on the water, of different animals moving in the water, as they could do on the earth.

In this way, perhaps, our ancestors discovered the seas, and they kept walking…..